I look at the cow's face, and I think she's staring at me
I'm sorry for eating meat, I think.
Her nose drips and I wonder if she's crying.
I learn about her importance, and I hope to appreciate her more.
I laugh out loud when the kids cheer as she picks her nose with her tongue.
I thought about her four toes while she stood on only two.
I looked at her hip bones standing proudly on her lower back.
Her rack of ribs.
The way her body twitches and her tail swings to ward off the bugs.
She stared me in the eyes.
I gave her a little smile.
